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An: Thanks so much to StupendouslyGood for coming up with the idea for this one shot and being so patient with me! I took forever to finish it but here it is!
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"Lara. Please answer the phone... I know you're there."

Lara is sitting on the floor of her apartment, listening to John's voice as it plays through the phone.

"I just want to explain everything... If we could just talk. Or even if you just hate me now it would be so much easier if you'd just stop ignoring me and-" he stops himself. "Just... Please call me."

The message ends. Lara sighs. She's sad. Angry at her now ex-boyfriend John.

They both kind of fucked up in the relationship. John always looked at other girls. Lara always put herself first. But John is making it especially difficult to move on. Blowing up her phone, showing up at her door, calling her nonstop at work...

He should know that it isn't going to work. Lara is extremely hardheaded... But she's only human. She isn't indestructible. She gets hurt- and John doesn't seem to realize that.

Lara takes a deep breath and then looks at herself in the mirror. She has on a long sleeved black dress and black hose and heels. She has long thick light brown hair that's naturally wavy. Her almond brown eyes are outlined in long dark lashes. Her skin is fair and flawless. She's small and thin and very beautiful, everyone knows that.

She pulls her hair up into a loose, messy ponytail, then pulls her phone out and dials her best friends phone number.

"Hey, Lara." Sophie answers.

"Hey, Soph. How's it going?"

Sophie sighs. "Pretty busy. I'm in so many college classes and it's killing me. And Kieran is so distracting..."

"I am not distracting." Lara hears Kieran mutter in the background.

Sophie laughs at something that he does. "Stop- stop!" She laughs. "See?! This is what I mean by-"

Lara smiles. "You two are so sappy."

"How are things with John?"

Lara shrugs, walking out of her apartment with her black coat on. "He won't stop calling me. But I've already made up my mind."

"I don't blame you, L. He's a piece of shit. I could hook you up with one of Kieran's friends."

Lara grins. "No thanks. I'll just be single forever, collect cats, and die alone."

"Aw, cheer up, Lara. You're hot. Every guy that sees you wants you."

"Not true. But thanks for trying."

"It is true! Even Kieran said-"

"Hey!" Kieran interrupts in the background again. "What I tell you is confidential. And I only have eyes for you, Sophia."

She sighs. They're perfect for eachother.

Sophie just laughs. "Anyway. Do you want to hang out tonight? Kieran's going to London for the weekend."

"Sure. I'll be home around 6:00. You can come over whenever though, you have the key."

"I'll pick up some food so you don't have to."

"Okay. See you then."

"Byeee."

Lara walks down the busy street and makes it to the subway station. She hops onto one and then gets off at her stop. She walks into the office that she works at. It's the magazine company that she met Sophie at, but Sophie quit because she moved to London for about a year with Kieran before they both decided to move back here to New York.

Lara orders a coffee in the shop in the lobby and right when she's about to pay, someone stands close behind her and hands the cashier his card.

"It's on me."

Lara turns around to find Keith smirking at her.

Had anyone else been standing there smirking at her like that, it wouldn't have mattered. But this is Keith fucking Masterson. And he's one of the most gorgeous things that Lara has ever laid her eyes on. He's tall and strong with a body that warrants underwear modelling. He has dark perfectly messy blond hair that is longish and he's always pushing it back, out of his face. Stubble on his cheeks and chin. They work in the same department.

She glares at him. "I'm perfectly capable of paying for my own coffee, Masterson." Lara informs him.

"And I'm perfectly aware of that, Ellington."

"Then why did you-"

"Ever heard of kind gestures?"

"I'm surprised you have. You're usually the biggest asshole in New York.'

"I'll remember that next time I try helping you out. Don't bite the hand that's feeding you."

She smiles. "I didn't ask you to."

"Shh. Just thank me and take your damn coffee."

She rolls her eyes. "I can't believe you."

He sighs. "Yeah. Let's keep this between you and I. Clearly I have a reputation to uphold as the biggest asshole in New York."

"Mhmm. Next time you go around buying girls their coffee, you should think of that." She says, taking the coffee that the worker hands her. She looks at Keith with a smile that could make a man drop to his knees. The girl is so fucking beautiful, it's not fair. "Thank you, Keith."

"Anytime, sweetheart."

They walk to the elevator and get in together.

"So, how are things? I haven't gotten you alone in a while."

"You can get me alone any time you want to,"

"That's the thing. I don't want to." She sighs. "I've heard all about you and your ways."

"My ways?" He repeats, amused.

"Yup. You've fucked nearly every girl in the office and guess who each of them come running back to when you never call them back? Me. That's who."

"Why would they come to you?"

"Because. I'm a good listener. I should be a motherfucking therapist."

"Yet here you are. Writing columns about love in the magazine."

She shrugs. "It pays well."

"I just don't get why readers like to hear you bitching about how love isn't real."

She rolls her eyes. "I'm not bitching about it- I'm telling people the truth."

"And what exactly is your version of the truth?"

"That 'true love' is complete and utter bullshit. It's not real. It never was. It never will be. You just live in the world, maybe end up with someone that you think you can put up with for a few years, and then it all comes crashing down and fucks you in the ass."

He laughs at that. "Nicely put."

"Thanks. I do beat poetry on the weekends." She teases.

He smiles.

They walk out of the elevator and into the office, where they're greeted by their fellow employees, pulled into separate social groups.

Lara walks to her office, uninterested in workplace smalltalk.

She types up most of her work in about three hours and then she sighs, sitting back in her chair.

Her door opens and her boss walks in. "Lara."

"Hi, Walter."

"Hey I just wanted to tell you that you're fucking awesome." He says.

She smiles. "Please."

"No, really. Since you've started writing more we've gotten tons more subscribers. And I was wondering if maybe you'd like to do a section where you answer people that send in questions."

"An advice column?"

He nods. "Of course, it would come with a raise. But you don't have to do it. It's completely up to you."

She shakes her head. "I'd love to. Thank you so much, Walter, I-"

"Don't thank me. Thank your bitchy views on love."

She laughs. "Why does everyone say that?"

He grins. "Keep up the good work, Ellington. I'll set you up an email for your readers to send questions to on Monday. Have a good weekend."

"You too."

Satisfied with herself, Lara decides to take a lunch break- which she rarely does.

As she walks out of her office, her friend Jason comes up to her.

She links her arm through his. "Wanna have lunch with me?"

He smiles. "Yup. How about Chinese?"

Lara agrees and they go down to eat together. "So. How are things going with Robbie?" She asks.

Jason beams. "Fantastic."

"Yeah?"

Jason nods. "I really like him. His red hair, his freckles..." He sighs dreamily. "The only thing is we don't have a lot of time to hang out because he volunteers at Blackwell Asylum all the time."

"I've heard of that. It's like a more contemporary asylum, right?"

"Yup. I think it's pretty cool. And Robbie is really devoted to it."

"That's really nice." She smiles.

"I know. Anyway, What's new with you and John?"

Lara sighs. "I don't know, Jason. I'm done. But he won't leave me alone."

"Did you actually tell him you were done?"

"Well. I told him 'fuck you this isn't working you motherfucking bastard' and then I threw all his shit out of my apartment window. So. I made things pretty clear."

"You did not!"

She laughs. "He made me mad... I lost my shit."

Jason is laughing to the point of nearly crying. "You're so fucking psychotic for such a small girl."

She smiles with a shrug. "I mean, I gave him a warning. I told him I'd do that if he ever cheated."

"True. I suppose that's fair."

She nods. "Very."

He shakes his head. "You are a force to be reckoned with."

"Damn right."

He laughs.

They finish eating and gossiping and then Jason heads back inside.

Lara gathers her things and walks back after a while of just hanging out.

When the elevator opens, Lara is shocked to see Keith making out with Rebecca- a girl that always had a crush on him- like everyone.

He has his hand in her hair, holding her against him. Then he opens his eyes, making eye contact with Lara who turns red.

Keith pulls away from the girl letting go of her like nothing happened. He smirks at Lara. "Looking good, L."

Lara glares at him. "Fuck off."

He chuckles and walks off.

Rebecca readjusts herself and then scampers out of the elevator too, in the direction that Keith went.

Lara rolls her eyes...

At the end of the day, Lara says goodbye to a few friends and guys that think she's hot and heads home.

But when she walks out of the building, she's greeted by a familiar pathetic face that she's in no mood to see.

"Lara!"

"John." She sighs.

"Hey. I...I wanted to talk to you but you won't answer my calls...Or texts...Or emails."

She nods.

"I mean, I know you're busy, but-"

"No, I've just been avoiding you." She informs him.

He sighs. "Lara...I fucked up. How many times do I have to say that I'm sorry?"

"You don't ever have to say it again. In fact, you never have to say anything to me ever again."

"Can we just talk?"

"No. And Sophie's coming over so I have to go."

"I love you." He says.

Keith walks out right when John says it.

"I don't want to cause a scene." Lara tells him.

"Well I will scream it at the top of my fucking lungs. I love you!" He announces, more loud this time.

"You're so immature." She snaps, turning and walking away.

But John grabs her arm.

"You good, sweetheart?" Keith asks Lara.

John releases her instantly.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I'll see you Monday." She tells Keith.

But he doesn't let things go that quickly. "Come on. I'll walk you home."

Lara considers telling him to go fuck himself, like she often does, but then just agrees. "Yeah, okay."

He wraps his arm around her as they walk. "Wanna tell me who the fucker with the briefcase was?"

"What's it to you, Masterson?"

"Hey, I just saved your ass."

She rolls her eyes. "I don't need your help."

"Yes, you do."

She sighs. "Why aren't you walking Rebecca home?"

"Who?"

"Rebecca. The girl you were swapping spit with in the elevator."

"Oh, glasses girl. Yeah, I don't like her."

"Then why were you-"

"It's what I do, sweetheart."

"You're such an asshole."

"I know."

"Good."

They get on the subway together and talk about work.

When they get off , Lara glances back at him. "Thanks for walking with me."

"Don't mention it. We're practically neighbors."

She nods. He lives in the same building that she does. Thankfully, he's not close to her, so his nightly endeavors don't keep her up at night.

"See you Monday."

He winks at her and walks away.

She sighs and walks upstairs and unlocks the door.

"Lara!"

"Hey, Sophie."

Sophie is sitting on the couch in her pajamas, with Chinese food spread out on the coffee table.

Lara smiles. They do this at least twice a month- Sophie comes over and stays for a weekend and they always order Chinese food and eat too much ice cream.

"So, was that Keith?" Sophie asks when Lara gets into a tank top and pajama shorts and they sit down to eat.

"Yeah, I bumped into John. Keith saved me. Against my will."

Sophie laughs. "He's fucking hot."

"I know. He's also an asshole and a notorious man whore."

"Pfft. So? He's gorgeous."

"What do you mean, so? He's a whore!"

"Well that means he's experienced and good at what he does. And that's exactly what you need."

"What are you talking about? I just got out of a four year relationship- the last thing I need is Keith Masterson fucking me up even more."

"He wouldn't be fucking you up. He'd be helping you. I mean, come on, Lara. How long has it been since you've been laid?!"

"I don't know..."

"Exactly. That's something you should know."

She sighs. "Whatever. So, how's your brother?"

"He's good." Sophie sighs. "He and Kieran are completely back to normal, so that's good."

"That's awesome."

"Mmhm, and my mother is still a bitch, and I'm still addicted to Kieran."

Lara smiles. "You two are perfect together."

Sophie smiles. "I think so too. Especially since we moved into the flat together."

The girls watch T.V. and countless movies over the weekend and then on Monday, Sophie leaves and Lara is back at work.

Having decided that Sophie might be right, Lara is going to try and seduce Keith Masterson. She doesn't know how...Or if it will work...But she's got nothing to lose- all she wants is a good fuck, anyway. Not a wedding.

She walks into the copy room and leans against the machine while her things print.

Keith walks in.

She smiles. "Hey."

"Hey, sweetheart. How's it going?" He asks, smiling back at her even though he looks exhausted.

"Okay. Rough weekend?"

"Eh. It was okay. I went to a bachelor party that lasted three days. I've never been so god damn hungover in my life."

"Poor baby." She says. He smirks at her. She moves closer to him and runs her fingers over his silk tie, biting her lip. His smirk completely vanishes as he looks down at her. "You really shouldn't be so careless."

"Yeah..." He swallows.

The copier finishes and Lara bends down to pick up her papers, giving him a great view of her perfect breasts since she's wearing a low cut, black dress.

She smirks when she catches him looking.

He rakes a hand through his hair. "Lara...what are you doing?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." She lies, brushing against him as she walks past him.

He glares at her and she goes back to her office.

At lunch, Lara is still working, typing away at her computer.

"You should take a break. I'm beginning to think you're a workaholic. And that's no fun."

"You don't think I'm fun?" She asks, still looking at her computer, typing.

Keith is leaning in her doorway. "Not particularly."

"Fuck off, Masterson."

He smirks. "Maybe you'll just have to prove to me that you're fun."

She smiles. "Maybe I will."

"Come on. Let's go eat."

She sighs and puts her coat on, grabbing her bag and walking by him.

"What do you want?" He asks.

"Mm. I don't know. What do you usually get?"

"Let's go to the Chinese place up the street."

"Okay." She agrees.

They get in the elevator and she's pressed against him when a million other people enter.

He's breathing deeply, trying not to want her as much as he does. But that's hard to do. Every guy wants her. She's beautiful.

After lunch, they flirt back and forth all day and for the rest of the week they keep it up, until one night, Keith can't take anymore teasing.

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Lara wakes up to someone knocking on her door.

She glances at the clock. It's 3:00AM.

With a sigh, she gets out of bed and goes to the door.

When she opens, she's shocked to find Keith standing there, frowning.

"Keith. What the fuck are you-"

He steps forward and grabs her, his lips crashing down against hers. "I can't stop thinking about you."

She pushes him back. "What? Keith- it's 3 in the morning-"

He kisses her again, kicking the door shut and pushing her back against it.

Instead of pushing him away and kicking him out of her apartment like she should, she kisses him back, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling, causing him to groan which is the sexiest sound she's ever heard.

He picks her up and she wraps her legs around his waist.

She's breathing hard, wondering how he isn't. She's completely captivated by him.

"Tell me to stop." She hears him say.

She shakes her head.

"I'll leave you alone if you-"

"I don't want you to leave." She counters.

He carries her into the bedroom and drops her on the bed, leaving her gasping for air as he removes his shirt, revealing his sculpted body, decorated in tattoos. She sighs and closes her eyes. She's never been so turned on in her life.

He lowers himself down on top of her and she opens her eyes again, looking at her gorgeous face. She runs her hand over his skin and he rolls them over so she's straddling him.

He runs his hands up her waist, pushing up her tank top until she raises her arms and pulls it off, revealing her perfect breasts to him.

"Fuck. You're fucking gorgeous, sweetheart." He rasps.

She blushes and he leans up, taking a nipple into his mouth. She gasps when he bites down gently, tugging at his hair.

He sucks and bites and tortures her until she's begging him to stop.

And then he removes her shorts, leaving her in a tiny, lace thong.

She pushes him back so he's laying down and then reaches for his jeans, unbuttoning them, desperately.

He pushes her hands away and unzips himself, removing the jeans easily.

When he's on top of her again, he runs his hand down her stomach and into her panties, running his finger up her wet pussy. She moans and wraps her arms tightly around his neck. His mouth attacks her neck while he thrusts a finger into her, causing her hips to push up against his hand.

"Shit, you're tight." He growls.

She can't respond. She too far gone, moaning and gasping, trying to get him to give her release.

She presses her lips against his neck, biting his shoulder causing him to groan her name.

"Stop," She begs, when he kisses down her neck and chest, moving lower and lower. "Keith, I can't-" She protests, not sure how much more she can take of his torture.

When he looks up at her, she's done for. Keith Masterson is in between her legs. And that sight alone is enough to make her cum.

And she does. Hard.

He smirks. "You're sensitive. I didn't even touch you." He comments, mostly to himself while he watches the beautiful girl ride out her orgasm.

She lets out a sigh and says his name.

Right when her orgasm is over, Keith runs his tongue up her slit. She gasps. He tortures her in the most pleasurable way until her